Chapter four hundred and sixty fifth strength to win
Fencing was popular in the West and the Gulong Kingdom. Ancient Egypt was once popular and later developed into an Olympic event.
Rumor has it that a kind of knight class appeared in Western countries. It swept the world with outstanding swordsmanship. The knight spirit that was sought after by everyone comes from this, which led to the high-class society being sought after by people, becoming a fashion sport in the upper class and being praised.
For the movement of the nobles.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said, "I can't fencing."
Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the young men and the young sisters present all curled up a contemptuous smile on their lips, and even their eyes were full of disdain.
Originally, Zhuo Bufan was wearing a famous brand and looked handsome. He thought he was a young master from a big family. Unexpectedly, he was exposed in person now. He was just an ordinary college student, and he was caught by Zhong Yilan and was defeated by him.
"Mr. Nie, don't make things difficult for him. How could a person like him come into contact with such elegant sports?" Zhang Yong next to him said disdainfully.
Zhong Yilan held his little hand tightly, and a hint of anger appeared on his pretty face, but he could not refute it. He looked at Zhuo Bufan a little apologetically.
"But in my opinion, this kind of fencing exercise is just a game played by children, and it's meaningless." Zhuo Bufan suddenly spoke.
Since he agreed to Zhong Yilan to come and help, Zhuo Bufan didn't want to break his trust. He couldn't say a word to those who dared to provoke him.
"Is that right?" Nie Fengyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a disdainful smile on his face. "So Young Master Zhuo has more powerful sword skills, so he doesn't take our fencing exercise seriously?"
Zhong Ya's lips smeared with YSL Xingchen's lips, a cold curve appeared, "Mr. Nie once participated in the fencing competition on Hong Kong Island and won the gold medal. You have such a big tone, can you try with Mr. Nie?"
Zhong Ya has been unhappy when she sees Zhong Yilan, so naturally she is unhappy when she sees Zhuo Bufan brought by Zhong Yilan. It would be better to find an opportunity to make him look ugly and humiliate Zhong Yilan.
"Yes, if you have the ability, try it with Mr. Nie. Who can't brag here just by talking about it?" someone cheered.
Naturally, everyone stood on Nie Fengyuan's side. After all, Nie Fengyuan is the future heir of the Nie family, and many of them have to curry favor with the Nie family.
Zhang Mengmeng's eyes flashed with little stars looking at Nie Fengyuan. Nie Fengyuan is not only tall and handsome, but also has extremely gentlemanly and elegant movements. The most important thing is his identity behind him. The successor of the Nie family in Xuzhou is simply the perfect character of the male protagonist in the idol drama.
, Which woman can not be moved by him?
If you get the favor of Young Master Nie and become the young lady of the Nie family in the future, you will really be a success. Zhang Mengmeng disdains the school’s slut in school, but when faced with such a wealthy young man, she looks like a slut.
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Nie Fengyun said modestly: "Xiaoya, that was just a small fencing competition held by the Hong Kong Island government. I also luckily won a championship."
Having said that, Nie Fengyun stared at Zhuo Bufan with a sharp look, and his face looked like he was proud. At that time, there were Olympic-level players participating in that competition, so I can imagine how valuable the competition is.
Zhuo Bufan is not surprised either.
The Nie family is a third-level family, just like the Zhuo family in Qingzhou. They have been trying to march towards the fourth-level family. The children in the family have been sent to train martial arts or various sports since childhood. It is normal for Nie Fengyun to have some martial arts disciples.
"Okay, since Young Master Nie is interested, I'll try it with you." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
Zhong Yilan quietly pulled Razhuo Bufan's arm and frowned in a low voice, "Zhuo Bufan, let's forget it. Nie Fengyun has really participated in the Hong Kong Island Fencing Competition and won the championship. If you compete with him, you will only suffer a loss."
Zhuo Bufan was invited to help her, Zhong Yilan couldn't watch Zhuo Bufan be humiliated.
"Don't worry, I'm enough for such a mixed fish character." Zhuo Bufan showed a calm smile on his face.
Zhong Yilan sighed in her heart, but she felt that she was getting more and more unable to see who Zhuo Bufan was. She was obviously an ordinary freshman, but she had superb medical skills. Could it be that he could do martial arts?
There are not many people in the fencing hall now, only a few coaches are discussing with each other. When he heard Nie Fengyun’s request, the coaches naturally wanted to buy face and quickly made a vacant piece of open space with white plush carpets on the ground.
Nie Fengyuan found a fencing suit that suits him, put on a shield and gloves, and put on a fencing suit. The shield is made into a mesh, and the field of vision is open, which can also protect the face from being injured. Naturally, he will not be really injured.
It’s inevitable that Zhuo Bufan will make this guy suffer a little, and it’s inevitable that he will make a fool of himself.
"Mr. Nie, this foil sword is the best here, you can try it." The coach respectfully gave a thin-blade foil sword on the ground. The tip of the sword was dull and stupid and would not hurt the opponent.
Nie Fengyuan held the flower sword, stepped out with his right foot, bent his left leg, and his posture was very professional and elegant. With his wrist shaking, he pulled out a few sword flowers in the air, and the silver light flashed under the light.
Many onlookers had little stars and screams in their eyes. Zhang Mengmeng, her two best friends, and Zhong Ya were all small stars in their eyes.
"Mr. Nie, you are really more professional than us, I admire you." The coach sighed sincerely, which is definitely not a compliment. After all, Nie Fengyuan's strength is there.
A rebellious look appeared on Nie Fengyuan's face under the mask, but found that Zhuo Bufan had not changed his clothes yet, and frowned and said, "Young Master Zhuo, don't you change your clothes?"
"I don't need to deal with you." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
Nie Fengyuan held the foil sword hard and was so angry that he gritted his steel teeth. This guy was too arrogant and actually said that he didn't need to wear a shield or protective suit to deal with him. Although the foil sword was treated with a blunt weapon, it would hurt when he hit someone.
Injured.
"Okay, since you are so arrogant, don't blame me for being rude." Nie Fengyuan has never been despised so much.
Zhuo Bufan took an ordinary flower sword, touched the ground with the tip of the sword, and carried it behind him with one hand, standing on the ground like a tall poplar.
"This guy is too crazy. Young Master Nie is the fencing champion. He doesn't wear a shield and stands with one hand. He doesn't take Young Master Nie seriously." Zhang Yong gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.
"He will suffer later." Zhong Ya sneered, holding her arms.
Nie Fengyuan shook his head, and two balls of rays burst out from his eyes. No one dared to look down on himself so much, "I'm here."
After saying that, Nie Fengyuan's body was in one building, his feet were stepping forward, and his wrists were shaking at the same time. He pulled out a silver sword flower in the air, piercing Zhuo Bufan's shoulders.
"when!"
At this time, Zhuo Bufan's arm seemed to be slowly lifting up, but the flower sword in his hand blocked all Nie Fengyuan's attacks, and the two flower swords collided together.
A trace of shock appeared in Nie Fengyun's eyes, and he immediately took two steps back quickly. (To be continued)